Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
MC5,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.